Time has run out on this blame game
I have used your expectations as an excuse to be self-conscious
You are not the reason I’m afraid to expose imperfections
Pretty little boxes tied up with big bows
Holding in my addictions and disappointments
Everyone else’s gift seems prettier than mine
Feeling as if it’s the only one so ugly inside
What truth do I have to sit on pins and needles that prick skin
A tortured soul holding sin
Kept forcefully inside this space
Not much for this keepsake
Value was lost indefinitely
Until I decided to open wounds and display this imperfection
It may not match, but don’t get it twisted
My gift is still worth its weight
Bright red coloring outside the lines
Wrinkles at the bottom of my hems
Frizzy curls with straight ends
I was never meant to be perfect
Only priceless
Good morning, I pray that all is well. I thank you for sharing, let me know when your next work is published.(I want min e first) just kidding, this is beautifully written as the rest of your work. Agape
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Thank you! I will definitely let you know! 😀
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Such a beautiful piece!
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